I opened the door and peeked out.
‘My God! What is that?’
It’s only June! Already the sun is
Here in full force.
Bolt the doors, shutter the windows.
Soon it will be too hot to bear.
Hell has come to us in no uncertain terms.
When and if I go outside,
My eyes will squint shut.
My skin will burn. Water will come out of
Places of my body that
I do not wish it to.
Now that the sun is shining bright,
Children will frolic in the open air.
They will have to be managed.
Workers will pound.
Machines will whir. Odd music will intrude.
All those sounds will have to be blocked,
Or muffled, at the very least.
It is all going to be overwhelming.
How is one to bear up under this
Season that Hades has delivered?
I tell you, I can only grieve for our
Well-sprinkled earth as it follows
That orb of poachery.
Audio of Ode to the Summer Sun
This poem is about the eccentricities that lie in all of us. What some people cannot live without and travel the seasons to follow, others run from because of the uproar that summer can bring. Some of you will laugh and totally agree with my sentiments. Others will say, "What a snob of a woman!" Most of you will be, correctly, somewhere in between.
Let us celebrate with acceptance and tolerance our differences. Let us learn to be patient with the noisy and let us learn to be understanding with the quiet. skp
Just a little something:
Next posting I will give you something that might be more intellectual and cultural, but then again, maybe not. ;-) skp